Last night, at morning time, me freedom from grief, they gave.
And, in that darkness of night, me the water-of-life they gave.
Through the effulgence of the ray of His essence, me senseless, they made:
From the cup of splendor of His qualities, me wine they gave.
It was a morning, how auspicious! And a moment how joyous!
That “Night-of Power” when me, this new command, they gave:
After this my face and the mirror of the glory of Beauty;
For in it, me news of His splendor they gave.
If I became desire-gainer and happy of heart, what wonder?
Deserving, I was; and me, these as alms they gave.
That day, me glad tidings of this fortune the invisible messenger gave:
That in respect to that violence and tyranny, me, patience and endurance they gave.
This sweet that
The blessing of Hafez and the breathings of morning-risers it was
That me, freedom from the bond of Time’s grief they gave.